Cold

I feel cold Colder than the winter itself Colder than you and me being deteriorated Colder than the flesh getting drier Colder than the wall at the twentieth touch.. What have you become my love? What are you urging me for? Am I stealing time? Or is it time that is playing with us? You said enough.. But enough is not the light to search for.. Enough was you’re last word.. What am I writing for? Enough is not enough.. It will never be.. An everlasting circle of thoughts and question over question.. And for what reason? Didn’t you get to the higher level of self degradation? Isn’t enough? What do you want me to do? Forgetting about the whole lie thing once and for all? Is it that easy?